LOGIN*Varek*
“What do you mean he refuses?”
My messenger, a man I’ve known for years and highly trust, Darco stands before me, his back ramrod straight as he delivers the information he’s gathered from Alpha King Alden. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but that was what he said. He explained that he is happy to correspond through letters regarding your terms for peace, but he does not want you inside of the castle.”
Anger boils through my blood as I stare down at Darco. It’s in times like these when I fully understand the importance of the phrase, “Don’t shoot the messenger.” Or in this case, don’t tear the messenger limb from limb. It’s not his fault Alpha King Alden is an idiotic asshole.
“Fine,” I bark. “If he won’t allow me inside to negotiate like real men, then we’ll just come inside anyway.”
Behind me, I hear a shrill laugh from Lucian who is always excited to coat his tongue in blood. “That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear,” my cousin barks.
“Get the men ready,” I tell the commanders standing in the war tent with me. “We move at dawn.”
“Your Majesty, there’s no guarantee that the troops moving in from the west will be here by then,” an advisor says.
I spear him with my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. We will take the castle without them.”
“Yes… sir,” he says meekly, and then he’s off with the commanders to ensure our warriors are ready to go when the sun first begins to rise–in about twelve hours.
As soon as the tent empties out, my Beta, Ronan, approaches me. “What are your plans once we get in there?”
“It’s quite simple, isn’t it? He’s afraid I’m after his daughter. I have no reason to think that she’s a good political prisoner to take, but she’s mine now. We will also hold the king hostage in his own home until he agrees to give us the territory we’re asking for. It’s too far north to be of any use to him, and no one lives there anyway.”
“At our last count, there were four villages with a total of about two hundred residents,” Ronana reminds me.
I roll my eyes. “That’s no one.” I was already aware of the statistic. We have tens of thousands of pack members. A couple of hundred on the outskirts of the kingdom will make no difference. Besides, my information tells me that land is rich in minerals, possibly even moonstones, so I want it. If Alden is too stupid to use it to better his kingdom, he doesn’t deserve to have it.
For the next few hours, I pore over the map of the castle I’ve obtained from someone who used to work there. It’s a roughly drawn illustration, but if it’s correct, it will be useful. I know where the war room is, the throne room, and the royal family’s private chambers. I also know that there’s a tunnel beneath the castle that allegedly leads to a safe room located a few stories below the castle and tucked into the mountains south of here.
It doesn’t matter where she hides. I will find her.
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*Fiona*
The howling begins before the sun even rises. I fly out of bed, already dressed, and shove my feet into my boots to go investigate. Not that I plan on staying in my human form if those howls mean what I think they do, but I may need my hands to help me get through doors, so I’ll stay a human as long as I can.
Out in the hallway, the servants are scurrying about. Nobles are crying and heading for the stairwell. I look around, bewildered, and then run to the nearest window that looks out on the gates.
The gates are standing wide open, and the Caldaran Army is pouring through.
“Oh, Goddess!” I mutter. Our line of defense is crumbling, the wolves taking off running in all different directions as a mass of dark wolves attacks. I hear the anguished yelps and cries. Our army is being slaughtered.
I take the stairs as fast as I can, using the mind-link to search for my father. “Where are you?” I cry. He doesn’t answer me right away. Thankfully, Elara is already moved to the safe room well beneath the castle, but I still worry for my father.
When he finally does reply to my message, I can hear the desperation in his voice, even through the mind-link. “Head to the tunnel, Fiona!” Father shouts into my head. “Save yourself, daughter!”
I cannot simply run away, not when so many of our people are dying. Instead, I move toward the front of the castle.
But the onslaught of retreating wolves almost crushes me. I press against the wall. Hundreds of them come rushing inside. A few shift and shout to the guards at the door to close and lock it, but they are too late. Dark wolves chase our forces into the castle. I suppose they would’ve found a way in no matter what.
They look absolutely unstoppable.
I watch as one of our warriors is shredded by a large black wolf right before my eyes. I cover my mouth with my hands to stifle a scream and press myself tighter against the wall, hoping that they will rush past me. I consider shifting, trying to fight, but there are just too many of them, and I would be killed in an instant.
I’m just about to attempt to run back toward the stairs when a monstrosity catches my eye. An enormous wolf the color of the night sky between the stars, clambers through the door. He’s almost too wide to fit. I’ve never seen a wolf that big in my life. His teeth are dripping with blood, and his dark eyes shine like polished obsidian.
His gaze lands on me… and I can’t move. I’m pinned to the wall.
The path clears for him, and he stalks right over to me. Standing in front of me, he towers over me, and I have to tip my head so far up to look at him, I can barely keep from falling over.
“Wh-whatever you want…” I begin, “I’ll give it to you. Just… please… stop hurting my people.”
He inclines his head slightly to the side, as if he’s trying to figure out who I am. Then, a deep reverberating sound echoes from his throat. I've never heard a wolf make that sound before, but I know immediately what it is.
He’s laughing at me.
*Varek* I rub my jaw, considering it. "They're cousins?""Probably. I don't think there are any other lords down that way… why?"My hands clench. This had to be what Cara hadn't wanted her husband to tell me in the hallway. She had been in Caldara when I had been in the battle where I'd met Dante. It must have been a good day when she arrived at her husband's castle and met him. The memory cut through my mind. His eyes had been devoid of hesitation or feeling when he attacked me. Back then, his shifted form was only slightly smaller than I am now. I learned much later that he was much younger than me and nearly untried. He had been relentless, and it wasn't until a white flag had been flown in the distance that he stopped.We had been on opposite sides as support then, and I knew just from the few blows we'd traded that there was a chance I would have lost my life. The thought of him here, in my halls, at my table, sets me on edge, especially with his connection to Cara, who had not
*Varek*The receiving hall stank of foreign wolves and steel. I stand at the threshold of my great hall, jaw set, hands clasped behind my back as the suitors and their families file in.The first is a blustering lord from the west, his voice already loud enough to rattle the stone like he's been drinking. Behind him trails his wife, sons, and daughters. Their gazes sweep over the keep, and I try not to be irritated that he's brought his daughters. This is supposed to be about bidding for Fiona, not a chance to get his daughters married. I offer curt greetings and wave them through. One after another, they come in, pouring out of their carriages. Some of them are smart enough to bring gifts of food, likely to garner some favor with me. Then I saw her. I hadn’t laid eyes on Cara since I’d sent her off years ago. She looks much the same for the most part. She's slighter than Liora, her hair longer, and the softness that had once been in her expression is gone. She looks more like Liora
*Fiona*I barely make it back to my chamber before the laughter claws up my throat. The guards close the door behind me, and I press my back to the wood, covering my mouth with both hands. I don’t dare let it out, but my shoulders shake with the effort.Varek is definitely melting down, scrambling, and probably pulling at straws. The fear that he might just have me killed in the middle of the night passes quickly. He has a castle filling with suitors, and Liora knows him better than most. He's too stubborn to cut his losses like that. He's probably too arrogant to think he still can't make me do as he wants, but he can't risk pissing me off and letting me spill the secret.The alpha kings want me as a breeder, but they aren't signing up for someone they have no physical or mental power over. The few who won't care likely won't play Varek's game. I bite down on my lip, finally exhaling through my nose until the giddy rush ebbs. I settle my mind. I need to use this leverage to get out o
*Varek*It didn't work, and she knows.I see it in the faint spark at the corner of her mouth, the recognition in her gaze. She realizes my compulsion doesn’t touch her, yet she plays along. From the outside, she looks affected. As placid as she keeps her expression, as well-timed as her stillness is, it’s not real, and she knows that I can tell she's faking it. Her eyes go distant, but I can feel her resisting the urge to laugh in my face. She thinks it's hilarious, and to her it must be. For me, I've never been more on edge in my life. My blood is ice with fear, even as my cock threatens to batter its way out of my pants. I'm trapped between the two feelings and holding still, pretending to be calm, and thinking of the wisest move next. I’ve watched countless warriors bend under my compulsion, seen men, and women alike crumple. Alphas older than me have folded like paper. Ronan shifts uncomfortably in my periphery, and the command wasn't even for him. Lucian holds himself too still
*Fiona*The silence between us is heavy with everything Liora doesn't want to say, but I can see in her eyes that she is on the verge of telling me either because she's needed to talk about it for a long time or because she trusts me for some reason. Maybe that passing loyalty to Varek is a little less than passing."What?"I lean on the windowsill. "The way you talk about him and his stubbornness about his plans…" I turn back and meet her gaze. "You make it sound like he's made plans you've had to just live with when you'd rather not. You might even hate them.”She flinches and looks away."You're not good at hiding your bitterness now that I'm really listening."Her lips twitch. "I have no idea what you want me to say, princess. But I have no reason to say it."I shrug. "No, but I hear venting makes you feel better. What is it that you wanted and he decided it didn't serve him?" She shifted. "I can tell it's more than just a new dress."For a moment, I think she won’t answer. Then h
*Varek*I slam the office door hard enough to rattle the shelves. The echo follows me as I stalk to the desk, my wolf still snarling inside me. I can still feel her against me, breath drifting across my face, her heat burning through my clothes, and that fucking dagger's pommel in my side. I should have put her on her knees right there in the hall. I should have dragged her back to her chamber, silenced that insolent mouth until she remembers that she's just a pawn, and she should act accordingly.My jaw clenches so hard it aches. The dream pushes to the forefront of my mind until I can see her disapproving expression, but there's more fire in it now. The disgust in her eyes is only feeding this twisted desire to make her want me until I'm all she breathes, to bind her to me in every way possible. It's maddening and not according to plan. I need her here, under my control, to get what I want for Caldara, to ensure that my kingdom stays standing.I can't let these urges derail that pl







